Desperate Times

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The days felt like they were rushing by, like a flooded river. She barely had time to breath, let alone enjoy what little time she had for this world. Alpha was once again away more than not, leaving her incredibly lonely. It felt selfish and childish the way him being gone angered her, but it was the truth of the matter. She needed him, and when he was gone, she was left to fester on all of the unknowns. Those around her tried to quiet that anger, but it was too much, burned too hot to be quailed. Tonight was not exception. She was alone again, in the large suite that made up where she spent most of her time. At nearly a quarter past 11, the chambermaids and handmaids had done their nightly rounds, the fire lit in the lounge attached to the bedroom. The soft crackle of the log fire mixed with Lilith's quiet pants and moans.

Laying on the push King sized bed, the blankets pulled back, Lilith tired to distract herself from her reality, even if for a brief moment. Sliding the silicone toy into her core, she closed her eyes, but her mind was so loud. She couldn't stop thinking, and it was taking away from any pleasure. With a frustrated sigh, she pulled out the vibrator and sat up. Stop stressing she thought, sliding the vibrator along her clit. Closing her eyes, she focused on the pleasure, trying to allow it to build as she rode her toy, slipping it back into her core. Biting her lip, her toes flexed and she finally felt she was getting into a groove.

Just as her mind was finally quiet, and her body began to warm with pleasure, there was a knock on the door of the lounge. Lilith froze, quickly turning the toy off. Catching her breath, she staired through her open bedroom door, waiting for the unwelcomed guest to leave. It was far too late for any maids or house services to round, and she was definitely not expecting anyone. After a long minute, there was another knock. With turs expletives, Lilith tucked the vibrator under the blanked and grabbed her robe as she moved through the lounge to the door. Creaking the door, Lilith nearly gasped.

"Good evening, Queen Lilith." Dew greeted, his eyes creased with a grin. Lilith frowned up at him.

"What are you doing here!" Lilith hissed.

"You are the one that said you needed help." Dew replied, his eyes wide with fake surprise.

"I said to come to my office, and I didn't think I needed to specify what appropriate hours were." Lilith quipped, still speaking through the slightly ajar door.

"I am busy your Highness, beggars can't be choosers." Dew said with an audible smirk. Lilith glared at him, let out a displeased grunt and moved into the lounge, leaving the door open for her late-night guest.

Dew closed the door behind him, looking around the large sitting area before turning his attention to the woman before him. Lilith was bent over, digging through a bag she had pulled out of a chest. He took in the way the thin silk robe draped over her ass, falling between her ass cheeks slightly. No panties he thought, his mouth nearly watering at the connotation. Slipping his hands into his pockets, he turned his attention to the low fire.

"Do you want me to throw on some logs?" He asked, moving to the firewood rack. Lilith dropped the bag, turning to him with book in hand.

"Sure, I was heading to bed but Aamon enjoys sleeping with a fire." Lilith shrugged, walking to meet him at the fire. Dew tossed a few logs into the hearth, the flames jumping to life moments later. His breath caught once he turned to her. She was exquisite, and he was quickly regretting coming this late. With flushed cheeks and slightly chapped lips, she was clearly not in bed to sleep. The thought alone made him excited, which was not something he could afford. But how could he resist?

"This is the book I was hoping you could translate for me." Lilith held the book out for him as she spoke. Taking the old leather-bound text, he looked it over, but didn't bother to open it. He figured it was likely some Latin text she was wanting to snoop through, searching as always for trouble.

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